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21/05/17

Do not, and I repeat do not leave it till the day before your English exam to chose and learn your quotes and their annotations. I made this mistake so you don’t have to.

Control - Chapter Four

On Track

Cowritten and Proofread by @aoimikans


“William Howard Wright,” he flashed his pass to the evidence technician, “I need the Yagi-Rishi case files and evidence.”

The young evidence technician adjusted her large, round glasses and squinted at the pass. After a moment of consideration, she nodded and pressed the lock release with a polite smile.

The lock clicked with a loud buzz, and William yanked the heavy door open.

“Noriko Shuuka,” the technician introduced herself, bowing slightly. Her shoulder-length, tightly curled brown hair bobbed about her face, “You’re with the visiting team?”

“I am,” William echoed her bow.

“I figured,” she said, “You all are the talk of the precinct.”

“Oh?” William quirked an eyebrow at the small young woman. “Do I want to know?”

“It’s not that interesting,” Shuuka deadpanned with a shrug. “We just don’t get international teams often, and people enjoy a fresh conversation topic.”

William huffed but smiled politely. His quirk, Aura Sight, pulsed pleasantly at the back of his eyes. The black aura of truth overlaying the image of the woman remained constant.

A refreshingly honest person, he thought as he followed behind her.

“Just over here,” Shuuka said, turning around the last set of shelves, “Yagi… Yagi.. Ya- Ah, here.” She reached up, standing on her tiptoes, and pulled down a white, cardboard box. Something metallic inside rattled.

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Grelliam day/Xmas Special: Secret Santa

Secret Santa

It was one of Grell’s most loved holidays, and one of her most hated. The sight of all that red was wonderful. However, paired with all that green…it was simply atrocious! Just plain, blech! There was also the added the expectation of being on her own for the holiday. No one to snuggle in front of a fire and drink hot cocoa with. Some things from their humans never changed in their new ones it seemed.

She had hoped upon waking in this new life that people would be more accepting of her sexuality, but this was not the case as many reapers still clung the virtues and beliefs drilled into their heads since infancy, hence her sour attitude most of her time at the academy. Her attitude had brightened considerably since meeting and subsequently falling on love with her exam partner, William T. Spears, however, he seemed to have no interest in her. Nor anyone for that matter. And perhaps she didn’t exactly love William at this point in time, she was definitely interested, if only he would give her a chance.

That’s why she was disappointed when she didn’t draw William’s name to be his secret Santa that year during their first Christmas as full fledged reapers. Instead she had drawn some Scotsman’s name who had a silly hair-do. She wondered who had gotten William’s, if she could persuade them to switch with her and if not, get something for William anyway. No one would tell her who they had gotten, so she ended up buying a cheap bottle of Scottish whiskey for her gift recipient. Not very imaginative perhaps, but she had other things on her mind.

She thought of possible gift ideas all day. Other ideas than putting a bow on her head and offering herself to him. She didn’t think that one would go over well.

It was the day of the gift exchange and she hadn’t come up with a single thing to get William. She did however, slip into dispatch early to try to catch her secret Santa leaving her present and see who it was. Alas, her gift was already waiting for her on her desk. Or, she assumed it was her gift. It wasn’t wrapped, but it seemed the person had decided last minute to slap a small red bow from the tree in the lobby on it.

Inside was a note and a (not red) glasses chain with (not red) silver skulls on it that hung just below her temples when she put them on her glasses. A few adjustments as she admired them from her compact mirror and it was perfect. It suited her perfectly. She then turned her attention to the note which said: Thought these might prove useful as you are always jumping about needlessly. Honestly.

Honestly.

William inwardly sighed as he read the name on the slip of paper he had withdrawn. There was no escaping this person, it seemed. Ever since their exam, the redhead had been pestering him. Not only was this whole exchange absurd, a waste of time and money, but he had not an idea of what to buy for that crazy redhead.

He heard many stories concerning Grelle Sutcliffe. He did not necessarily believe them, however, he wouldn’t deny their plausibility from what he had seen. But what had he seen? A flamboyant volatile man who could barely stand to be in his presence turn into this flirty fop at the mere sight of him all because William had what, bested him? Hit him? And now was craving his attention. What utter nonsense. What exactly was he supposed to gift to such a person? Honestly, they barely knew each other. As William wanted.

It was positively absurd. Yet he must conform, therefore, at his next earliest convenience (which it wasn’t) he took a seat in a convenient spot in the thick of a popular shopping district and watched the shoppers for some sort of an idea as to what he might purchase for Sutcliffe. He had thought to make it something useful instead of some meaningless knickknack or bauble that could serve no purpose other than to collect dust.

Daily office supplies were supplied by the Dispatch so it made no sense to purchase something readily supplied to him. He had briefly thought to buy him his own set of pens so he would stop “borrowing” William’s, however Sutcliffe would no doubt find a way around that as well and he could go fetch his own bloody pen. Blast, he was getting nowhere.

Getting up, he went home to sleep on it. As a means to relax, he started stringing together tiny black beads. His family had been in the jewelry business and naturally, he had learned the trade.

A he strung the beads together, he realized he could simply make Sutcliffe something, but he was still plagued with the question of what. Sutcliffe, though biologically male, was insisting lately that people address him as miss Sutcliffe. It stood reason that jewelry be a reasonable gift idea, if he were in fact female, however, he was not and men did not gift men jewelry. To William, such a gift was an intimate, or romantic gesture. To which he was neither intimate nor romantic with Sutcliffe or had any desire to be. He thought.

Yet he still continued to carefully string the beads with Sutcliffe in mind. A necklace perhaps? It was already too long for a bracelet. No. With the way Sutcliffe was always jumping about, he would likely loose the necklace somehow. With all the jumping about he did, William was surprised he hadn’t lost his glasses yet.

Now there was a thought.

William evaluated the length of the strand, and added a few more beads before attaching a tiny silver skull at each end. Ending with the appropriate finishing touches, William took one more look at his finished product. It would suit Sutcliffe perfectly, even though there was no red in it whatsoever. Satisfied, he placed it in a thin, plain jewelry case. There was no sense in purchasing a whole roll of gift wrap for just such a tiny present, so he did not bother wrapping it, but he did include a note inside.

On the morning of the exchange, he left earlier than usual with the present tucked in his pocket. Somebody had erected a large Christmas tree in the lobby and had it all decked out. Among the many decorations were little red bows. As William passed by, he paused and looked at the tree. Impulsively, he took a bow from the tree and when he placed the gift on Grell’s desk, he attached it. He walked away silently to get his morning coffee.

Grell had arrived by the time he mad it back, along with a few others and had already donned them. There was no possible way Sutcliffe could have known William was her secret Santa and yet she kept looking his way all the day long. More than usual it seemed. Someone had gifted William a mug that said, “#1 Prat” on it. Well, it was obvious what his Santa thought of him. Not that he cared much.

The day drew to a close. Thankfully Sutcliffe had left him alone all day despite the looks William had received, but now as they clocked out, Grell approached him.

“Evening, Will-darling,” she greeted.

“I’m not-”

“Did you know there is not one twig of mistletoe in this place?” she interrupted.

“I did not bother to look,” answered William, warily as he pulled on his overcoat and gloves. He reached for his scarf, but it wasn’t there. He wondered where it could have gone off to. He was certain he had placed it just there.

“Next year, we should rectify that, don’t you think?” she asked with a smile.

William did not answer. Instead he shoved his hands in his pockets and headed for the door, not all surprised when Sutcliffe followed. “Darling, where the devil is your scarf? It’s freezing out!” Grell mothered as they exited the building. Before he could reply, Grell had wrapped her own scarf around his neck. She quickly secured it and pecked him on the cheek. “Merry Christmas, keep warm!” she bid as she took off like a light before William could protest.

William would have taken it off and thrown it on the ground, if it hadn’t been so warm. And soft. And smelled like her, he noticed as he breathed her scent in deeply. He shook his head hard when he realized what he was doing. Besides, it didn’t belong to him and he should return it as soon as possible.

He didn’t.

anonymous asked:

The "Big Willy" thing makes me laugh so hard :P I doubt if it is a nickname that it's a serious one and it sounds like the kind of nickname that doesn't have many outside sources hear it if you know what I mean :P But it might be a joke thing because I remember in some documentary that William had a mug with that printed on it?

So when you mentioned the mug I did a google and it’s true! It was on a mug at his RAF barracks. I’m on my phone or I’d post it but you can get it on google. I’d bet it is a nickname kate has called him but it’s likely a jokey one. I call my mum and dad mama bear and papa bear. It could be sickly sweet if you didn’t know us but if you do you know we do it in a kind of tongue in cheek way. So it’s just a kind of jokey nickname. I imagine it’s the same with kate. If it was some really sentimental, personal nickname they wouldn’t put it on his RAF mug with all the lads haha

TITLE OF STORY: Exceptions to the Rules
CHAPTER NUMBER/TITLE/ONE SHOT: Chapter Five
AUTHOR: teacuphiddlesfics & cheers-mrhiddleston
WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Twin AU - Jag!Tom & Exec!Tom
GENRE: Angst/Drama
FIC SUMMARY: A year after the events of What’s Yours is Mine, identical twins Thomas and William Hiddleston have fully acclimated to each other’s lives; William becoming a larger part in Thomas’s cartel, Thomas lending a hand in the family Hiddleston Corporations. Another important, albeit unexpected part of their shared livelihood is the inclusion of a bit of happiness in the shape of a woman: their employee, Amanda Tremaine.

Running out of hope that Thomas could ever be fully invested in a relationship with her, Amanda turns elsewhere, leaving Thomas with feelings that he cannot fully describe. But her new relationship brings out unforeseen circumstances that Thomas and William can’t ignore, leading all three of them down a path that will test each of them in their own way.
RATING: M
WARNINGS: explicit language, violence, drugs, sexual content
AUTHOR NOTE: This is a collaboration between myself and cheers-mrhiddleston and the sequel to What’s Yours is Mine. We’ll be alternating writing the chapters again, so make sure you’re following Madison if you aren’t already and stay up to date with the entire twins universe here


“I’ve been waiting 20 minutes for your ass to show up at the restaurant.” Thomas waltzed into William’s office, not even bothering to knock. “Get your ass up, I’m starving.”

William’s head popped up, blinking in surprise as he looked between his twin and the twin. “Shit.”

“Yeah, shit. Come on, little brother. Enough work, I’m hungry.” He waved impatiently before he stopped, realizing they weren’t alone.

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